life and its reality

a hopeless person I have ever seen with an object glimpse,in sheer sadness, empty bare hands,completely collapsed, with nothing left, sitting on a cliff. looking down at the existing life, to its people on busy roads, and the speedy cars passes by, comparing this race with his life. looking at few jocular faces there musing at their hypocritic smile and style, peering out their gestures and questioning, himself is it life? the honest and obedient were there, living as subject and rulers, but getting nothing except living, were completely disappointed but doing their best. with there names nowhere in fame list, after contemplating a lot he stood, left forever,but never lasting words, look at it but don't love it, do it for him,never means it, live it merrily but do not expose it because the world is jealous.